“ABK, come on”

[Anybody Killa]
My teacher always said I wouldn’t be nothing
So I met him in the parking lot said I’ma killer and then I rushed him
Sometimes I feel like a nut
Running through the neighborhood tearing shit up
Straight jacking mothafuckas just to smoke a blunt
Sometimes I feel that my head’s fucked up
And it really sucks
I hear voices telling me to do it (Do it)
How would you act if you had to live through it
Turning back on the gat and I stole me an ounce
Now I’m addicted to the sound of a head getting whacked
Do I smoke too much? Cause I choke too much?
Are you mad cause I keep stealing your roaches bro?
Yo Mike P (Yo what’s up?) turn my headphones up
Rudeboy got me stoned from the sticky stuff
Weed fucking with my head man I’m too damn high
Yo Violent J you want the rest? (Show you right)
Man I can smell it in your pocket (What’s that smell? roll it up)
Sandwich bag filled up but you ain’t got enough
Only smoke with your road dogs don’t be shy
Cause when a drought comes he might be your main supply
Me and J steady smoking pounds
So at least have a sack when you see us around
Like you ain’t heard man we flipping the scripts
So unlock your ziplock and let me grab us a spliff

[Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
When I pass it to you bitch pass it back
Bitches don’t smoke for free where the ass be at?
B-L-A-Z-E A-B-K
And we got Esham and Violent J
Juggalos outside in the parking lot
Because ya’ll know how we get sparked a lot
Got the Faygo Cola with the Vodka twist
And when we all get together we see diamond mist

[Violent J]
I can smoke a stick of dynamite and not be dead
I like it cause it fuck with my head
I stay weeded indeed a killa need it
I can eat it to feed it, proceed and keep it heated
Now who the fuck don’t like my flow?
You ain’t heard my words I’d make the beard of a wiseman grow
Hydro, in a good way it fuck with my head
And without it you fucks would be dead
I rhyme dead and head for the 17th time
We double team rhymes, ABK and Violent J
If I loved Shaggy anymore I’d have to be gay
In Californ-i-a they pull they socks to they knees
N-I-A, Ninjas In Action we be dees
I like G’s I’m a serial please
I bitch slap fans cause I be a dick like that
I get wicked-wicky-wicky rhymes sick like that
I’m fat and fuzzy and I smell like weed everywhere
My homies call me Smokey the Bear
Tell that pokey beware don’t come near here
Don’t dare unless you wanna see my axe buddy parting your hair
I’m a Southwest gangbang gangsta boy
Zug Island, Del Ray I used to toy
My boy Nate’s the boy, my whole crew busts shots
Until you out like Quamay’s polkadots
I’m trying to smoke a litte something for my dogs who smoke
They only ‘cess the stress because they all too broke
I’m like bew-bew-bew-bew-bew with the Anybody Killa
Blowing Indian Tumbleweed we bitch booty fillas
Ghetto scrubs flipping nubs at thugs
We drown faggots in Faygo tubs and eating dead bugs
I’m trying to say anything that rhymes
So I can fuck with your head like the cess do mine

[Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
Break it down and roll it up, smoking blunts all night
As I take to hit it too hard, the weeds that tight
Sticky icky situations, dehydrated
Cotton mouth creeping the gang got me faded
Break it down and roll it up, smoking blunts all night
As I take to hit it too hard, the weeds that tight
Sticky icky situations, dehydrated
Cotton mouth creeping the gang got me faded

[Esham]
I’m in the water with the sharks bleeding
That’s why I be a killa for no reason, speeding
My flows dope like OZ’s and
Crush pounds and trees and I’m all season
Veteran, no one does it better than they (We)
E and J ABK
And that’s my mans and them (What’s up?)
And I always blow ganj with them
Detroit playas too advanced for them
We buying out the bar we don’t dance with them
So if you ever get a chance to glance at them
Baby boy say holla back, answer him
H-U-S-T-L-E-R
Yes that’s what the hell we are
See, me and Blaze, wicked ways
Full body armor 5000 rounds and about 2 K’s
I can walk on water, spit fire and ice
Chinese secrets making wine from rice
Still shoot dice, up against the wall so nice
Still F-U-C-K the po-lice
Think twice like the 3 blind mice
But don’t give me no advice
I shine like crystals in the jewelry heist
And still pimp hoes like Heidi Fleiss